Paroles et traduction Hannes Wader - Hartleed

Hartleed

Wat weenst du di de Ogen ut?
Segg an: wat deit di weh?
Is Vader krank, is Moder krank?
Is Bruder ut to See?
Is Vader krank, is Moder krank?
Is Bruder ut to See?

"Och ne! Mit Vader hett′ keen Noth
Un Moder spinnt dat Flass
Doch weert em beter, weer he dot
Un ünnert gröne Gras
Doch weert em beter, weer he dot
Un ünnert gröne Gras

Ja beter leeg he kold un still
Al ünnern Likensteen
De Wind is lud, de See is wild –
Un ik mutt weenn un weenn
De Wind is lud, de See is wild –
Un ik mutt weenn un weenn."

Un gung de See ok noch so krus
Un noch so arg to Kehr:
Al menni Schipper keem to Hus
De lang vergeten weer
Al menni Schipper keem to Hus
De lang vergeten weer

So ween di nich de Ogen blank
Un wisch di man de Thran'n
En junge Blot, en nie Plank
De ward ni ünnergan
En junge Blot, en nie Plank
De ward ni ünnergan

"Un leeg he inne depe See,
Dat weer em wul to günn′
Dar hör he nix vun Angst un Weh
Un Schimp un Schann un Sünn!
Dar hör he nix vun Angst un Weh
Un Schimp un Schann un Sünn! –

Dar keemn Soldaten, blink un blank
De weern so smuck to sehn
Dar gungn Soldaten flink un frank
Do fung ik an to ween
Dar gungn Soldaten flink un frank
Do fung ik an to ween

Un ween mi noch de Ogen ut
Un bün so hartsbedröft
He weer so junk, he weer so gut
Ik harr em Allens glövt
He weer so junk, he weer so gut
Ik harr em Allens glövt

He weer so junk, he weer so slank
He sä, he keem so bald
Nu hör ik al de Weken lank
Wa Lof un Blaeder fallt
Nu hör ik al de Weken lank
Wa Lof un Blaeder fallt

Un kumt he nu un nimmermehr
Wo schall ik eenmal hin!
So sack ik as dat Lof na Eer
Vaer Schimp un Schann un Sünn!
So sack ik as dat Lof na Eer
Vaer Schimp un Schann un Sünn!"

Brokenhearted

Why are you crying your eyes out?
Tell me, what's troubling you?
Is your father ill, is your mother ill?
Is your brother out to sea?
Is your father ill, is your mother ill?
Is your brother out to sea?

"Oh no! There's nothing wrong with my father
And mother is spinning flax
But it would be better for him if he were dead
And under the green grass
But it would be better for him if he were dead
And under the green grass

Yes, it would be better if he were lying cold and still
Under a tombstone
The wind is loud, the sea is fierce –
And I must weep and weep
The wind is loud, the sea is fierce –
And I must weep and weep."

And even if the sea should be ever so rough
And ever so tempestuous:
Many a sailor has come home
Who has long been forgotten
Many a sailor has come home
Who has long been forgotten

So don't cry your eyes out
And wipe away your tears
A young blood, a new plan
They will never go under
A young blood, a new plan
They will never go under

"And if he were lying in the deep sea,
That would be his due
There he would hear nothing of fear and pain
And shame and sin!
There he would hear nothing of fear and pain
And shame and sin! –

Soldiers appeared, bright and shining
They were so handsome to behold
Soldiers marched briskly and stoutly
That's when I began to weep
Soldiers marched briskly and stoutly
That's when I began to weep

And still cry my eyes out
And am so distressed
He was so young, he was so good
I would have believed him anything
He was so young, he was so good
I would have believed him anything

He was so young, he was so slender
He said he would come back so soon
Now I've been hearing for weeks
How leaves and petals fall
Now I've been hearing for weeks
How leaves and petals fall

And if he never comes
Where shall I turn!
I'll fall to earth like the leaves
From shame and sin!
I'll fall to earth like the leaves
From shame and sin!"